In which The Old Republic eats my brain.

[goodmerit]

I've seen a lot of bad ideas in my time, kiddo, but this? This has 'em all beat. This is even worse than that whole "whoops, ticked off the guy with 'Butcher' in his name" thing.

- Yeah, yeah, that happened, like, five minutes ago. That's a lifetime for me. Hey, it's not like I'm planning on living forever. Guy's gotta go sometime. Just... not right now, okay?

So chop chop, kiddo! Let's see what kind of business we can turn up.

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[raptus]

There was only one person who could live forever. A lowly smuggler could never comprehend what it means to feel that kind of power.

[goodmerit]

[A chill sweeps up Ardelunn's spine. But he forces a crooked grin onto his face.]

And I don't really want that kind of thing anyway. I mean, you get power, you have all these strings attached to it. No thanks! Give me a fast ship, open space, and I'm happy.

[In retrospect, backsassing a Dread Master is probably a terrible idea.]

[raptus]

[ Under normal circumstances, probably. But considering he's only seen one other Dread Master here, and considering what happens to the others if they lose just one of the six, he's not keen on risking tapping into the Phobis Device's powers here unless he has to. ]

It is rare to see a powerless wretch accept its place. A delightfully refreshing change of pace.

[ That, and his rage is focused elsewhere at the moment. ]

My mundane has not learned such a valuable life lesson. Tell me, what do you think happens to the Galaxy, after the war inevitably reaches its conclusion?

I really need to figure out how to screen-cap the cutscenes. : /

[goodmerit]

Hey, hey, watch who you're calling a "wretch", buddy! I might not have all those flashy powers like the Jedi, but a good blaster's just as useful.

[Oh good, his least favorite subject: intergalactic politics.]

It goes on. Doesn't matter much in the end. Give it a few centuries and I'm sure the politicians'll find something else to bicker about. That's not my problem.

[raptus]

The Republic falls. [ Not even going to dignify that 'blaster' comment by responding to it. ] Ironically, it wasn't at the hands of the Empire. It was destroyed from within, by a heretic Sith posing as the Supreme Chancellor.

[ The thought of it makes his skin crawl. There's a reason he, Brontes, and Darth Marr are going be siding with - wait for it - the Rebel Alliance at the game they're going to. ]

Nothing lasts. Only fear endures.

{{ OOC: Here's what I did: Make sure your UI is set to windowed full-screen. Go to a place that has Daily Quests, and have whatever you use to edit pictures open. When your character is talking, hit Print Screen, and then immediately hit the 'esc' button so that the cutscene resets. Alt tab out, and either paste the screenshot, or if you have it set to a certain folder, open the screenshot in the image editing program. Crop and adjust brightness/contrast as necessary. :) }}